trickles
of
hope slip
twixt pebbles
and dreams.
life
moves
on:
downstream.
here i am
standing in this river with you.
feeling
life
push by.
i will fall,
and float
away,
into the realm
of dreams
made real.
come,
if
you
dare.
Category: Poem
Something New
floating,
on familiar
bouts of ecstasy
tempered by
the weight of history.
my brain
is afire
with endless possibilities
and
outcomes,
but,
in fact,
there
is
only
one.
Puppy Love
sometimes,
it means slobber filled kisses,
or
heavy soulful sighs
as the
crackling fire
hisses.
you are tamed wildness:
bottled lightening on tap.
you are my big furry Bear
and i am yours,
always.
Falling (a metaphor, of sorts)
slipping
swirling
fluttering
and
spinning,
this leaf
and that,
sailing,
in the wind.
with feathery grace
or dignified aplomb,
they all fall,
fall,
fall,
down
to
the ground.
a sudden gust,
and one leaf flies,
surging with hope
but,
ethereal as these flights may be,
soon
there is only moldering,
under each tree.
so,
enjoy the view
and fly carefree.
even a leaf’s journey
from sky
to dirt,
may
set
you free.
Inkwell
i dip my pen
into murky depths
of heartache
and laughter.
of loves lost,
but never forgotten.
i swirl through heady pools of nostalgia,
accidentally slipping into currents of melancholia.
and then
i write these words,
for you.
alphabet soup hustle
letters
and
words
are sacred to me.
I use them
to create.
I connect them
to release my hate.
I juggle them
to relate.
I dance with them
to sketch my fate.
I quilt them together
to kidnap you
for some brief moments of time
and,
when you are in the grasp
of my grandiloquent bombast,
I drown you
in MY worlds
of joy (and fear),
and ego.
I want you to smile
and,
I want you to weep.
I
want
you
to
like
me.
I value myself,
without your praise.
I love
me,
without your clicks.
money cometh
&
money leaveth,
but the soul
(my soul
&
yours too)
knows
true love when it reads it.
What I create may be crap,
but I promise,
I’ll never shit on a page
and try to sell you gold.
“write for the soul
not the metrics” – Augustus Diesel
walk
through,
around,
under, and
near……
i feel
so many
ghosts
tickling at my heels.
what, and
who
i may have been,
float in
and out
of skull,
and heart.
rasping
memories of hurts long passed,
(unbeknownst)
have
chained me
to you,
away from my soul’s fount
away from my Muse’s manna
away from my destiny.
but,
look there!
yes,
a different view.
let me again lace up my shoe
and walk my path,
revealed,
anew.
All Saints
ivy
clings on grave
things.
&
i miss
you, and
i love(d) you.
you taught me
to dream, and
now i can fly.
you taught my
heart to sing,
and now i fight
with a smile
and a swing.
You
were
Love,
and
Love
never
dies,
so
i will always be with you,
Tanty.
thank you.
Dawn
i begin
with my tears on my fingertips.
dreaming
and
hoping
that you can really see
me.
me.
but you can’t,
so i place those tears back
into my eyes,
for another day.
and soon,
i begin again.
Reverberation
i say
&
you say
&
we say,
together:
there must
be
another
way.
cuz,
like,…..
Life
Finds
A
Way
but,
can we find our way towards
living a Life worth living?
kindred souls
sing in
harmony.
so my friend,
i’d be honored
if you would
sing with me.
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